Jacob quickly assured him, "Of course, we won’t breathe a word."
But he could already feel Neil's dissatisfaction and disappointment looming in the air. He let out a heavy sigh internally. If Neil couldn’t even bring up their past encounter in front of his wife, it seemed like the idea of marrying into the Shaw family was a lost cause.
His eyes drifted to Lisa. She was still basking in her own self-satisfaction, completely unaware that Neil wasn’t the least bit interested in her. She even had the audacity to sidle up to Neil, calling out, “Mr. Neil, Mr. Neil,” over and over, which only deepened the frown on Neil's face.
Soon enough, they reached the dining room. It was spacious, with a grand round table made of pear wood and inlaid with jade right in the center. The jade lazy Susan was already crowded with a mouthwatering array of dishes.
Lisa exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Wow, Mr. Neil, this is quite the feast you’ve laid out!”
Just then, Ruby stepped out from the kitchen. Seeing Neil, she greeted him warmly, “Darling, you’re here.”
The way she called him “darling” left no doubt about her identity. Lisa quickly chimed in, “You must be Ms. Ruby. Did you whip up all these dishes yourself?”
Ruby was momentarily caught off guard by the blunt question but soon replied with a smile, “I don’t cook.”
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